The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1887-09-29

moonlight. With The dogs nose 10 bis har
til the road Turned into the vood ia
monnted the hill And when be bad gor
] just threw myself on TO the aOor aud Q
but dissolved 10 my mad iears. Aud
didnt know whsi the tears were fer.
whether for fear Of losing Marx, or Il
fear Of losing my home, or for fear OF civ
ing up my will; but II seemed 10 me th,
the end Of the world bad NJ good as com,
We we're both orphans we both hs
these great properties. and We both bette
have been beggau
That was Jane. aud the full moon.
didut sleep any that pigbt-- hardly knos
why; a presentiment OF evil kept wakinI
me. although vas so tired. rememb be-
that moon now, hanging in the purple SIX,
With her wide wings. like great bodins
ghost. Every time looked out. there sh,
was. BY aud by she began to frighten M,
aud shut her out. but lay awake all ih,
same. and my mind 10 Wild whirl.
The next evening. 10 the long after glow
OF the sunset, tripped down the lane into
the wood. sure that would meet him, ~
! always had done. on hiS way 10 me; but
the shape that | bad been used to see
bounding down the path did not see
again. went close To the shadow OF the
wood. but only old Roland came and put
his nose 10 my hand. and waited while |
waited, aud went back with me little
way when went back 1t did not occur
to me TO think that where Roland was bis
master was not far distant Aud | went
dosn the lane no more
After that, then. one day crept by aud
another aud life continued 10 the old way.
and all the business OF the great farm
thrived in the hands Of Bryan. the direct
ness. The moving machines were NOV
ing all day in the meadows, and the huge
loads Of fragrant hay came laboring into
the barns, aud thunder clonnds made
panics, aud lishtnings fell, as it always
did on the wet, low grounds, and burned
one or two haystacks; and then the gunde.
lows went down the river for the salt hay
and came back, days afterward with their
dark, square sails atop Of their square
loads of tbatch; and one by one sll the
concerns Of ripening and harvesting had
their seasons, and passed. and August was
over. Aud Mark had never once been up
the lane again. aud September had gone
aud the harvest moon, and the hunters
moon bad poured It's silver floods out of q
great, lonely heaven, and still Mark had
never come.
suppose Mrs. Wells, my next neighbor
knew all about it, And Mrs. Sawyer on
he other side OF course knew all that Mrs.
Wells did. They were very good to me,
md they and the girls were always run
ling in to see me or send for me to run in |
md see them. ! don't think was trying |
o carry off things with high hand, and |
know | wasn't hanging my head and cry
ny over what was not to be helped; sim
,ly made up my mind to the inevitable
was never going to have Mark beside me
my more. and | must endure it and get
brough life as well as / could. bad
his farm on my hands, and all the people
Who had their living from it, and i mus.
10 my duty And perhaps in time fate
sould be kinder aud give me fever or
ough and let me lie down and die; and he
1ould come then and look on me, and
emember how | had loved him and be
orry. And thinking how sorry he would
e was joy l hugged to my heart and the
My Joy had.
But | used to long so sometimes to see
iark's dear face again, to hear his voice,
ust to lay my head on bis shoulder and
ry my eyes out there. Sometimes it used
0 seem to me that couldn't live another
minute If didn't run down that lane and
through the lane in the wood to the house
n the rock and find him and beg him to
orgive me forgive, OIL, not Just that
urst OF temper. but the whole rebellion OF
~ soul and come back to me; and some
ines felt that must take some sleeping
otion that would keep me benumbed till
be pain had passed, or else must throw
lyself into the river always running by,
and shining and Indifferent.
Aud began to hate the river the river
bat used to love so in The sunshine, all
lue aud silver; that had loved so, dimp-
ng 10 its soft erays in rainy weather;
here / had never tired OF seeing the ice
oats dart along when IL lay under its win !
y mail the riyer that now, in my grief 9
nd trouble and weariness, flowed past as c
slmly OF il ! had never seen IT, How G
ould 1t be so irresponsiye, rolling on G
right and strong and steady, giving me
ack no sympathy now 10 my sorrowful s
ood. giving me even no vantage gound? I
or should have to wade into 1t II had I
anted to drown myself Yes, ! began to g
ate the river. began to hate. too these i
ng, iiresome molionless levels Of the T
rass lands = oh, so fiat, so monotonous. SO 0
w. 'One is simply underground here" i
said to myself. ''One has really not the j
r TO breathe | become like those sings b
lat live on the damp side OF stone. ] q
n under a stone myself. oh, for just . 8
-cath Of air from some point little way 9
p the skyi" | began to hate. ] say. the =
ng. green grass fields; aud then ! began a
hate the farm life. 1T is dull, sordid. a
lse work, let them say what they please, " b
said, 'from the pitching about Of the =
'rnyari muck to the last results OF it. 1t 0
all nonsense about it being the one q
,ble occupation. So is the cooks then, d
o." Add ! hated The great cattle in the o
.rd, the smell Of the fro,hing pals OF d
ik, tbs click Of the stancbions, the q